After 2 years plus, it's over. I don't think I have anything left in me to fight it anymore. I'm far too tired and I think I'm just fighting it in vain, trying to halt its plague-like infection but only succeeding in slowing down its impending march. Compared to the person who dealt with shit for 40 years, I know I'm nothing but not everyone is capable of such tenacity and determination. I'm not.
